Rhonda Birchmore & WASO
Sat, 30 Aug 2003, 12:17 amGreg Ross3 posts in thread
Rhonda Birchmore & WASO
Sat, 30 Aug 2003, 12:17 amIt’s not often one finds oneself at the end of a show, thinking, “Please, dear God don’t do an encore. Just go!”
Now the orchestra was wonderful, the additional electric bass, rhythm guitar and drums were beautifully sympathetic and Tommy Tyco was, as always, a superb craftsman and his arrangements were exquisite. But Rhonda Birchmore?
Well, she looked stunning, her dresses were slinky, sexy and just right for her gorgeous body. Her voice? If you like the Ethel Merman type of powerhouse show tune vocals and are able to discern a melody in Broadway compositions, then this is a concert for you.
Yes, her version of “Fever” was fabulous, the Abba melody at the end of the show was fun and she is undoubtedly a fine, talented entertainer. But for me, this show would be the most tedious thing I have ever sat through. Not because of her singing style, but her incessant bloody inane talking.
This name dropping woman is convinced the detail of her life will fascinate everyone. Every three minute song is followed by Ms Birchmore giving a seven minute personal history, sometimes repeating herself and much of it obviously rehearsed ... "Super cala ... oh I give up Tommy, I can never spell it." Give us a break! And every dozen or so words are punctuated with “Um.”
Long before interval, as each song drew to a close, I found myself almost in tears, thinking, “Please, even if it’s another of those tuneless American things, keep singing, just don’t start rabbiting on again.” But sure enough!
If ever you’ve had a hankering to hear a live stage version of excerpts from “Women’s Day,” then do not miss this show. Ms Birchmore even outdid Alan Dodge, who the previous week at the Art Gallery, spent about an hour in front of the orchestra, totally convinced he was the star attraction. At least she, in theory, was!
Don’t go. Save your money. Ute Lemper is due in town and while you’re waiting for her, if you want to hear how it really should be done, beg, steal, borrow, or even buy Tierney Sutton’s “Something Cool” CD.
Greg Ross
Now the orchestra was wonderful, the additional electric bass, rhythm guitar and drums were beautifully sympathetic and Tommy Tyco was, as always, a superb craftsman and his arrangements were exquisite. But Rhonda Birchmore?
Well, she looked stunning, her dresses were slinky, sexy and just right for her gorgeous body. Her voice? If you like the Ethel Merman type of powerhouse show tune vocals and are able to discern a melody in Broadway compositions, then this is a concert for you.
Yes, her version of “Fever” was fabulous, the Abba melody at the end of the show was fun and she is undoubtedly a fine, talented entertainer. But for me, this show would be the most tedious thing I have ever sat through. Not because of her singing style, but her incessant bloody inane talking.
This name dropping woman is convinced the detail of her life will fascinate everyone. Every three minute song is followed by Ms Birchmore giving a seven minute personal history, sometimes repeating herself and much of it obviously rehearsed ... "Super cala ... oh I give up Tommy, I can never spell it." Give us a break! And every dozen or so words are punctuated with “Um.”
Long before interval, as each song drew to a close, I found myself almost in tears, thinking, “Please, even if it’s another of those tuneless American things, keep singing, just don’t start rabbiting on again.” But sure enough!
If ever you’ve had a hankering to hear a live stage version of excerpts from “Women’s Day,” then do not miss this show. Ms Birchmore even outdid Alan Dodge, who the previous week at the Art Gallery, spent about an hour in front of the orchestra, totally convinced he was the star attraction. At least she, in theory, was!
Don’t go. Save your money. Ute Lemper is due in town and while you’re waiting for her, if you want to hear how it really should be done, beg, steal, borrow, or even buy Tierney Sutton’s “Something Cool” CD.
Greg Ross
Re: Rhonda Birchmore
Fri, 24 Dec 2004, 10:40 pm15th May 1960, Sydney ... all of which means she's old enough to know better.
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